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Tuesday, February 3, 2009

PEDRO NAVAJA

"Mack the Knife"Oh the shark bites with his teeth, dearAnd he shows them pearly whiteJust a jack knife has MacHeath, dearAnd he keeps it out of sight

Round the corner of the old neighborhood I saw him go,with the familiar gait that bullies havehis hands always deep inside the pockets of his coatso that nobody knows which one holds the dagger

He uses a wide brim hat, tilted to one sidesporting sneakers, to fly when in dangerdark shades so nobody knows what he's staring atand a golden tooth that shines when he laughs

Three blocks away from that corner, a womanstrides the whole curb for the fifth timeand inside a store she goes to have a drink and forgetthat the day moves slow, and she has no customers to attend

A car moves slowly through the avenueit has no marks but everyone knows it's the policePedro Navaja, his hands always inside his coatlooks and smiles, and his golden tooth shines again

He looks to one side and looks to the other, not a soul is seenand running, silently, he crosses the streetand at the same time, on the other side is the womanmumbling 'cause she made no money for food

As she walks, she draws a gun from her old coatto save it inside her purse, so it won't bothera .38 special "Smith & Wesson"that she keeps always, to rid her from all evil

And Pedro Navaja, the dagger in his hand, jumped on herthe golden tooth, shining the whole avenueand as he laughed, the dagger plunged relentlesslywhen suddenly a gunshot bursted out like a cannon...

And Pedro Navaja, fell on the curb as he saw the womanwith the gun in her hand, and mortally wounded telling him:"I thought: today is not my day, I'm on a bad streak.But Pedro Navaja, you're worse: you're worthless"

And believe me, people, even though noise was made, nobody came outnobody was curious, no questions were made, nobody criedjust a drunkard stumbled upon the two bodiestook the gun, the dagger, the money and went offand stumbling along the way, he went along singing out of tunethe chorus I've brought you, that tells you the message of my song